Duanmu Huai once again realized that determining their next plan in the "lounge" had indeed been the right choice. Because when he pushed open the door and walked out, the other three had vanished without a trace, leaving him standing alone at the school gate.
Private Hope's Peak Academy.
Looking at the name before him, Duanmu Huai frowned. The one word he least wanted to see in this world was "hope." The Lord of Change also held dominion over hope, and just as the world of Obsessive Sin was always full of extreme desire-driven routes, in the Lord of Change's domain, all kinds of hope were the most poisonous medicine of all.
And yet this school was actually named after hope...
Damn, this is heretical beyond all measure. Can I just call the Department of Legal Affairs and have this place shut down?
Unfortunately, this world had no Department of Legal Affairs.
Of course, Duanmu Huai still preferred to do it himself. After all, if you wanted to eat well, you had to work for it.
Although he was somewhat worried about the other three, Duanmu Huai was still fairly reassured. After all, the Inquisition under his command basically never paid too much attention to something as ethereal as "hope." To put it another way, the Inquisition was like a doctor. It performed surgery on patients, removed the source of the disease, prevented infection, and stitched up wounds.
Those were all things a doctor should and could do.
But what happened to the patient afterward?
That was the patient's own business.
A doctor could prescribe medicine and give instructions, telling the patient not to eat greasy or overly sweet food and not to smoke or drink. But that was all they could do. Whether the patient followed the doctor's orders